Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
Compliments win friends, honesty loses them.
Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.
The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.
Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow. Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.